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UNCLE DYKE: THE QUICKEST MAN I EVER SAW
Until the war came, Uncle Dyke Garrett was like other young men in Logan County, West Virginia - a tall, slender, gangling six-foot two-inch farm boy who loved music, hunting, and woodlore. Sallie Smith, who married Dyke after the war, recalled that he was “the wildest, most carefree youngster on Big Creek. A neighbor of his, Henry Clay Everett, once recalled the impression Garrett made on him:
"He was tall and slim and worked at his father’s farm in Cabell. A low bridge gave way beneath the weight of an ox team once. I’ll never forget how fast Dyke Garrett moved. He was up in a flash, with his big, hawkbill knife open in his hand. One ox had fallen on one side of the wreckage, another on the other side. Almost in one motion he cut the thongs that held them together. That saved the team. He was the quickest man I ever saw ..."
When the war came, he joined the Logan Wildcats. When the troop was taken into the Confederate Army, however, the medical examiner found that Dyke was deaf in one ear. He would have been discharged, but agreed to join the troop as a chaplain.
His daughter, Ida Rose Garrett, said he was in a few small battles during the war. Yet, perhaps the most important experience during the war was that he began to think seriously about Christianity. When he came home, he married Sallie Smith, the daughter of William (Crawley) and Mary Anne Butcher Smith. “It was my job to tame him,” Sallie Garrett once recalled.
Then he heard Alexander Lunsford preaching one day and made his decision to be baptized and soon began preaching himself. He was tireless in that work.
Uncle Dyke traveled up and down every road in the county preaching, baptizing, performing marriage ceremonies for young couples, and preaching funerals. By the end of his life, one sentimental magazine editor called him, “The Good Shepherd of the Hills.” Jim and Ida Rose Garrett, two of his children, had fond memories of their father:
"He was always looking out for somebody else, say like a widow somewhere who needed help. I remember him taking his one mule and one of the older boys over the hill to a widow, when he was in his fifties, about once a week to cut and gather wood for her and keep her in a supply that way.
"And back in those times, they had their meal ground over at Pecks Mill, a gristmill settled by Ed Peck. He would always take enough to have some left for a widow over on Mill Creek.
"My dad once strung a little water mill about a mile down the road from his house. He would not toll a widow woman’s corn. The taking of a certain amount of meal, usually about one-eighth from a customer, in payment for grinding the corn, was known as tolling."
Uncle Dyke Garret was very proud of two achievements in his long life. One was the baptism of J. Green McNeely. The other was the baptism of Anderson (Devil Anse) Hatfield. The baptism of McNeely gave him much help with his ministry because McNeely also became a preacher and the two traveled together through the county until the end of Garrett’s life.
The second baptism is probably Garrett’s most well remembered action. Hatfield, whose family was involved in the bitter feud that tore through Logan County and Pike County, Kentucky, in the 1880s and 1890s, was baptized in Island Creek in October 1911. Garrett, who always had called his friend by his proper name, Anderson, instead of the more popular nickname, Devil Anse, remembered that day with more happiness than any other, according to some of Garrett’s friends.
When the ceremony ended, he mounted his horse and rode to Crooked Creek, where he often shared a meal with the family of Scott McDonald. That day, after he said grace, he turned to young Mollie McDonald and smiled. “Well, Mollie,” he said. “I baptized the devil today.”
Perhaps that particular baptism gave Garrett so much joy because he and Hatfield had been fellow members of Camp Straton United Confederate Veterans.
- By Robert Y. Spence, Land of the Guyandot (Woodland Press), reprinted by permission.

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Cheryl VanHorn
The picture is not the best quality, but this picture is taken at the funeral of two of my great uncles who were killed in WW1. Preacher Garrett also married my great grandparents, John Lewis Vance and Mollie Mae Lucas in 1906.
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Lee Patrick Ryan
Dyke was my gg uncle on Dads side. I stayed a lot of summers on Garretts fork of Big Creek.
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Rodney Morgan
My dad grew up on the guyandot. I fished there with him as a child. Love these stories
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Joy Sheffield Harris
Jackson A Harris another distant relative!
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Shirley Browning Wright
J Green McNealy was my great uncle. My grandmother, Mary McNeely McDonald's brother.
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